Suddenly we had a cats-and-dogs rain, with no disastrous floods or tornadoes. I admit to feeling more anxious than usual, lately. The bee yard up on Salem Ridge was soaked. The random colors of Bill Pike's bee boxes were free for the taking, so, inspired, I rushed home to weave. The supple scarf is silk and cotton, mainly, with some tencel, and cotolin. It is one of the new ones with the great spring story moving through my imagination, and hopefully through my hands
(update: Bill was just here to look at the bees and told me he paints the colors on his boxes so the bees won't drift into the wrong hive when they come back from gathering. It's their address. He paints with paint returned to Walmart by people who had the wrong color mixed. Can people do that? I thought once it was mixed you're stuck with it)
yes, it is working out the tale through your hands. with a sense of play, i think.
I love how you take colors you see somewhere and turn them into your weaving. Lovely.
Plus I love the little bears & their story in the prior post.
Strangely, Peg, I wove this scarf last week, before I saw these beeboxes on the hill, but their colors are in the air. It's often after I've woven something that I see where the color and idea came from.
Shawl is beautiful:) I'm just beginning to weave and you are an inspiration to me:) Thank you for showing your beautiful work.
lovely, and what great bee boxes....
How could these not be inspiration. Wonderful to see the transformation from vision to fabric.
Hi Susan, Always such beauty here! The scarf and imagery is wonderful. If only you and your store were down the road from here...I would love to be surrounded by your beautiful aesthetic. Thanks for sharing all of this!
This just blew my mind when I saw the inspiration or abstract inspiration. It's funny how our minds reinterpret things.
I love those bee boxes, the scarf is gorgeous.
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